A bird,
flies,
over lands and seas.
Freely feeling the cold air brushing through its wings.
A red bird it was,
who changed colors,
yellow when happy,
blue when sad,
green when excited,
red when in danger.
The bird was flying away from another bird.
Who was much bigger and stronger,
its colors were black,
and black meant,
a terrible thing,
that no one, not even a bird,
would like to know,
it,
was,
death chasing life.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
A bird,
flies,
over lands and seas.
Freely feeling the cold air brushing through its wings.
A red bird it was,
who changed colors,
yellow when happy,
blue when sad,
green when excited,
red when in danger.
The bird was flying away from another bird.
Who was much bigger and stronger,
its colors were black,
and black meant,
a terrible thing,
that no one, not even a bird,
would like to know,
it,
was,
death chasing life.
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